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William Shakespeare (1564–1616).  The Oxford Shakespeare.  1914.
 
Romeo and Juliet
 
Act II. Scene II.
 
The Same.  CAPULET’S Orchard.
 
Enter ROMEO.
  Rom.  He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.  [JULIET appears above at a window.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!        5
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,        10
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady; O! it is my love:
O! that she knew she were.
She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.        15
I am too bold, ’tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?        20
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See! how she leans her cheek upon her hand:        25
O! that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek.
  Jul.        Ay me!
  Rom.                She speaks:
O! speak again, bright angel; for thou art        30
As glorious to this night, being o’er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wond’ring eyes
Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,        35
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
  Jul.  O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.        40
  Rom.  [Aside.]  Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
  Jul.  ’Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part        45
Belonging to a man. O! be some other name:
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes        50
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
  Rom.        I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptiz’d;        55
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
  Jul.  What man art thou, that, thus be-screen’d in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?
  Rom.        By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:        60
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee:
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
  Jul.  My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound:        65
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
  Rom.  Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
  Jul.  How cam’st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,        70
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
  Rom.  With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.        75
  Jul.  If they do see thee they will murder thee.
  Rom.  Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.
  Jul.  I would not for the world they saw thee here.        80
  Rom.  I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes;
And but thou love me, let them find me here;
My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
  Jul.  By whose direction found’st thou out this place?        85
  Rom.  By Love, that first did prompt me to inquire;
He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
As that vast shore wash’d with the furthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.        90
  Jul.  Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night.
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!        95
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say ‘Ay;’
And I will take thy word; yet, if thou swear’st,
Thou mayst prove false; at lovers’ perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo!
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:        100
Or if thou think’st I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light:        105
But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou over-heard’st, ere I was ’ware,
My true love’s passion: therefore pardon me,        110
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.
  Rom.  Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,—
  Jul.  O! swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,        115
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
  Rom.  What shall I swear by?
  Jul.        Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,        120
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I’ll believe thee.
  Rom.        If my heart’s dear love—
  Jul.  Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract to-night:        125
It is too rash, too unadvis’d, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say it lightens. Sweet, good-night!
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.        130
Good-night, good-night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
  Rom.  O! wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
  Jul.  What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
  Rom.  The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.        135
  Jul.  I gave thee mine before thou didst request it;
And yet I would it were to give again.
  Rom.  Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
  Jul.  But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have:        140
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.  [Nurse calls within.
I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.        145
Stay but a little, I will come again.  [Exit above.
  Rom.  O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
 
Re-enter JULIET, above.
        150
  Jul.  Three words, dear Romeo, and goodnight indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honourable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
By one that I’ll procure to come to thee,
Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite;        155
And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay,
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
  Nurse.  [Within.]  Madam!
  Jul.  I come, anon.—But if thou mean’st not well,
I do beseech thee,—        160
  Nurse.  [Within.]  Madam!
  Jul.        By and by; I come:—
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
To-morrow will I send.
  Rom.        So thrive my soul,—        165
  Jul.  A thousand times good-night!  [Exit above.
  Rom.  A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books;
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.  [Retiring.
 
Re-enter JULIET, above.
        170
  Jul.  Hist! Romeo, hist! O! for a falconer’s voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again.
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,        175
With repetition of my Romeo’s name.
  Rom.  It is my soul that calls upon my name:
How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
  Jul.  Romeo!        180
  Rom.        My dear!
  Jul.                At what o’clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?
  Rom.        At the hour of nine.
  Jul.  I will not fail; ’tis twenty years till then.        185
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
  Rom.  Let me stand here till thou remember it.
  Jul.  I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Remembering how I love thy company.
  Rom.  And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,        190
Forgetting any other home but this.
  Jul.  ’Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone;
And yet no further than a wanton’s bird,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,        195
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
  Rom.  I would I were thy bird.
  Jul.        Sweet, so would I:
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.        200
Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.  [Exit.
  Rom.  Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
Hence will I to my ghostly father’s cell,        205
His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.  [Exit.
 
 
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